Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2023 16:30:42 -0500 From: Braddy Boyce Subject: The Boys of Boyden Middle 8 DISCLAIMER: The names and details of his characters are fictious. Resemblances to real people, living or dead, are coincidental. REMINDER: Please donate to Nifty! =====BB===== It was the following Tuesday, two days before Thanksgiving Day, the last day of school for the holiday week. Ethan sat next to Dylan in math class, and he'd been noticing how often Dylan had been looking in his direction. Did Dylan want to say something? Otherwise, he couldn't have been enjoying the nerdy view. What sense would that make? Dylan formed a little smile after being caught looking. "Hey, Ethan? Are you doing anything for the holiday?" he asked in a low tone after the class had finished the day's assignment, now killing time before the bell rang. Well, except for Jasper, who had yet to return from the bathroom once again. Why did he always take long? Was he watching another naughty video with Beau? To be fair, he'd already completed his assignment like everyone else, much to Ethan's shock. Maybe he'd finally pass the school year, after all. Ethan lifted his thick glasses from sliding and shyly glanced at Dylan. He suddenly couldn't contain himself, even if it was just an innocent question that anyone, even Beth, could've asked. But this was Dylan! So, it was special. "Well, I have dinner with my parents and a few family members, but that's it. What about you?" "Not much, other than a lonely dinner." Dylan chuckled as if it were supposed to be funny. Ethan forced a chuckle just because. "Why a lonely dinner?" "Well, my mom, her fiancé, and my stepbrother will be around, but we kind of just do our own thing since we have nothing in common to talk about. We're not close, anyway." Aw, poor Dylan. He shouldn't have to feel lonely, especially on a holiday that was all about family and friends getting together for a hearty meal. While Ethan wasn't exactly close to his parents, he wasn't distant from them either. Maybe not all families were as lucky, and it made him want to give Dylan a big hug. (That would be the day!) "So, I was wondering...um..." Was Dylan nervous now? Why was he trembling a little? If anything, Ethan should've been the one to be nervous. Oddly enough, he wasn't, as if Dylan's nervousness made it easier for him to feel less shy around him. "...Would you...like to...maybe hang out...someday?" Ethan's jaw could easily drop if he dared to express his raw emotions, but he tried his hardest to contain the giddiest mood he'd felt in the longest time. The one and only Dylan Blockstreet, the most pop student in the seventh grade, wanted to hang out with nerdy Ethan? Was it a dream? "I mean...only if you want to. I get it if you don't." Ethan slapped on a happy smile that quickly turned into a grin beyond his control, quickly wanting to reassure Dylan who was clearly more nervous than he needed to be. "Okay!" Dylan's eyebrows rose. "Really...?" Was he actually surprised? It should've been the other way around. "I'd love to." Love to? Well, it was technically true, but would "like" have been less of a giveaway? "Awesome." Dylan's face relaxed into a content expression that made Ethan feel melty. After all, who would've thought that a pop boy with boy band looks would want to hang out with a nerd? Dylan grabbed his phone and fiddled with it for a moment. "We should switch numbers, then. You know, so we can make plans when we're not at school. Maybe we can even hang out sometime this week, since we have extra days off?" "Okay!" Giddy, Ethan grabbed his cheap dumbphone that couldn't hold a candle to Dylan's bigger, high-end smartphone. If only dumbphones came with internet access, but then, they wouldn't be called dumbphones in the first place. Ethan's parents still didn't trust giving him even the cheapest smartphone because of internet capabilities. Nevertheless, the fact that Dylan had surprised Ethan by wanting to hang out---and sooner than he'd ever thought---had suddenly made Ethan's day, or maybe his week, month, or even year. *** After a nice dinner at home with a not-so-nice family, Dylan eagerly waited for Ethan at the movie theater. While it was a nice and clean building with a typical interior design, including pristine bathrooms, the one in Boyer Hills that Beau had reluctantly taken him to was much bigger and more elegant, with higher-quality food and theater rooms that offered leather recliners with massage and heat functions. If only Beau could be interested in going up there again---he was handsome and wealthy enough to blend in with the crowd. Dylan carried a generous amount of money in his premium leather MagSafe wallet---Beau's birthday gift to him earlier this year---that Mike had given him. Apparently, the money was "out of pity" for wanting his future stepson to have a social life, clearly being obtuse. Dylan did have a social life; it wasn't exactly a secret. Or maybe Mike was trying hard to be the future stepdad he needed to be, what with marrying Dylan's mom next summer and practically taking his estranged dad's place---wherever his dad was these days. If that was the case, Mike had a weird way of showing it. Ugh. Anyway! It was funny how Josh had pretended to be unfriendly in front of their parents, his usual façade that stemmed from his own paranoia about being found out. Did he have to overdo it tonight? Gay slur after gay slur during a political rant between him and Mike, with Dylan's mom chiming in with some bigotry of her own. However, as soon as Dylan had started getting ready for his hangout with Ethan, after his mom and Mike had left the house to spend some holiday time alone, Josh had acted weird about it in private while wearing nothing but boxers. "Yeah, well, be careful," Josh had warned in a seemingly uncomfortable tone. "Let's hope for your sake that this Ethan nobody isn't using you for your popularity status, since most people are fake and can't be trusted. I say this as a big stepbro who's looking out for his little stepbro. Trust me, I'm an expert when it comes to social stuff, so I know what I'm saying." Sure, Josh. Whatever. If anything, why hadn't he come back to Dylan's room for more "brotherly" fun? Oh, right. He was back in his "I'm not gay anymore" phase until he was horny again, and it was getting annoying because it obviously wouldn't last. To be fair, he did seem more attentive tonight, but only after Dylan had announced he was going out with Ethan. So, maybe he would've been open to having some fun tonight. The bulge in his boxers did seem bigger than usual, after all. Oh, well. Too late. Besides, would Josh even let Dylan get off the next time, or would he continue thinking only about himself? Then again, he liked it rough, and Dylan didn't. How would taking it up the butt be if a rough blowjob was uncomfortable enough? Even if it wasn't going to happen soon, it eventually would. Dylan smiled at the thought of Ethan and their many conversations over the past two days, a much better person to be around. They had called each other several times a day, but each call had lasted more than an hour, being interrupted only whenever their parents needed their attention. They had talked about Lego sets, anime series, video games, and of course, movies. Ethan could easily get quite rambly with a favorite subject of his, but Dylan didn't mind it at all. If anything, it confirmed just how openly comfortable Ethan was with him and how much he liked talking to him. Dylan felt special. And it was nice. Ethan finally showed up in a dark-green coat and dark-blue jeans, and he waved with an adorkable smile on his pasty and freckly face. His glasses were foggy from the drastic temperature change, what with going from snowy and chilly outside to warm and comfy inside in just seconds, something Dylan never had to worry about. Ethan's hair looked like it was brushed more, rather than the typical bedhead from wearing beanies throughout the cold season. God, he was super cute. How could anyone not agree? Maybe with a little makeover, such as better glasses, nicer clothes, and a shorter haircut, he could become pop, too, not that Dylan wanted him to change. Ethan Gingerspeck was perfect the way he was. Why change him? Dylan waved back, and a surge of feel-good emotions hit him hard in the heart and a harder feel-good feeling down below. The more he was around Ethan, the more he liked him. Was he developing a strong crush on him? He'd always found him to be super cute, someone he'd totally date and have sex with. Now, the butterflies in his stomach fluttered differently. Even his heart felt meltier than normal. What was it? What did it mean? Ethan approached Dylan and lifted his defogged glasses from sliding. "Ready to see the movie?" "Yep, let's go." With a happy smile, Dylan led the way to the small ticket counter. He ordered his ticket separately, then waited for Ethan to pay for his own. They were going to see a new fantasy adventure, the first of three planned films that were based on the novels. Afterward, Dylan and Ethan stopped at the concession stand and ordered a large bucket of popcorn for both, a large cup of soda for each, and a box of Sour Patch Kids and Milk Duds for both. Dylan paid for the food, and Ethan paid for the candy. Then, they went into the large theater room and took their semi-reclinable seats, definitely a far cry from the ones in Boyer Hills that had spoiled Dylan. Oh, well. They would do. Dylan smiled and grabbed some popcorn, taking a quick peek at Ethan. When he grabbed another handful, his hand accidentally brushed against Ethan's. "Oh, sorry!" he whispered cautiously, even though the movie hadn't started yet, and other people were talking among themselves. "It's okay." Ethan looked down on his lap. Was he blushing? His pasty cheeks looked a little red, and his little smile suddenly turned into a wide grin. Hmm... Maybe? Hopefully? Why were both boys acting shy now, anyway? They had talked so much over the phone, but now that they were hanging out in person, it was like their confidence had suddenly taken a back seat---more like the trunk. Granted, they wouldn't be able to talk during the movie, but still. Dylan tried so hard not to think about their first hangout as a first date, since Ethan was probably not gay, but it was impossible not to feel a little hope for the future. That said, a friendship with him was better than nothing, and he'd never reject that at all. If he could manage a painfully unrequited love for Martino, he could manage one for Ethan if it ever got to that point. God, if only Dylan didn't have a boner now, just from being around Ethan. The nerdy look fit him perfectly, hence the reason a makeover wasn't necessary. One thing was for sure... If Dylan had the chance to be Ethan's boyfriend, he'd make sure to be unavailable to both Josh and Beau, at least sexually. If a relationship with Ethan had to be a secret, then Dylan would make something up to avoid any temptation to mess around with Josh or Beau. Or try to? Hmm... Well, thank God Martino was out of the question. That was one boy Dylan knew in his heart that would make him fall weak without a spine, and knowing himself all too well, Dylan would even go out of his way to let it happen without a second thought, even if it meant indirectly seducing him as if planting a little seed of hope. It was why it'd be a disaster if Dylan and Ethan were ever boyfriends, and the last thing Dylan would ever want was to cheat on him. He'd never want to hurt him in any way, at least not intentionally. But Martino was straight; it would never happen. So, why worry? Right? *** At his big lake house the following night, Beau was taking a little break in his room with the door locked, always alert when it came to the security camera app on his phone. It was a last-minute Black Friday party, hence only around twenty people had shown up, compared to anywhere from thirty to fifty in his other parties. Feeling generous, Beau had a big giveaway going on for all the guests via raffle tickets. It was an all-expenses-paid trip for two to Disney World that included a suite at a luxury hotel, hard-to-get reservations at a five-star restaurant, a hefty discount toward park meals, and no wait times for rides across all parks. Originally, his parents had given him the package as a "sorry" for leaving him to spend Thanksgiving alone while they'd chosen to travel out of town, but he didn't want the measly gift that meant nothing at all, hence the giveaway. Ugh, whatever... Beau zoomed in on the high-quality camera in one of the guest rooms where Martino looked like he was about to get a blowjob from a pretty girl. Beau still couldn't believe the monster that hung between those athletic legs, looking bigger than he'd remembered. Sadly for Martino, the girl freaked out, turned him down, and left the room, making Beau chuckle with amusement. To be fair, he couldn't blame her. What girl would ever be able to take such an abnormal size, much from middle school? On camera, Martino let out a sigh of clear frustration and threw himself on the large bed, his hard dick sticking out while his jeans were down to his knees, looking ready to jerk off. If he were Beau's type, Beau would offer to suck him off and tell him to watch lesbian porn to distract him if need be, even pay him if he declined. (Hey, money talked!) Sadly, he felt absolutely no attraction and couldn't understand what girls even saw in him, other than maybe a hot body with muscles and a nice bubble butt---Beau didn't like monster dicks. Plus, being a good friend to him probably played a factor, and it was why Beau still wanted him to join the bate club. That said, it would still be fun to watch Martino bang a guy, if just for horny kicks. And it was worse with Cedric when it came to appearance, but only because he looked like a little kid whom everyone thought was in elementary school, despite being in the sixth grade. Yeah, no... Choosing to give Martino some privacy, Beau switched cameras to make sure all the other rooms were safe, which they were. He was ready to go back to the party, albeit a little horny now. Ugh, the hell with Jasper for claiming to not be in the mood to mess around tonight, all because he'd invited his new Korean friend from Boyer Hills, Hoon, and didn't want to leave him alone. Apparently, the two of them had met online over the summer, which was top secret, and they'd clicked well enough to visit each other's families, but they had to pretend to be devout Christians doing regularly Bible study because of Hoon's strict foster parents, especially his dad who was a pastor. First Cedric, now Hoon. Hmm... Jasper really did have a thing for young boys, more than Beau had cared to realize. Even his choice of twinks in gay porn looked the most underage possible, especially the Asian ones. It was almost like Beau had suddenly expired in Jasper's mind, which was kind of comical in and of itself. Or maybe he was just overthinking it. Eh, whatever... Beau left his room and headed back down to the basement to mingle with everyone, ready to announce the winner of the giveaway, if just to get it over with. Somehow, he was feeling a little moody, and he didn't know why. At least, there was Dylan who was at the party to keep him company. He was still the hottest boy of them all, and the evil queen's magic mirror would confirm it. Maybe he was available to continue where they'd left, which had been quite a while ago. Beau figured Dylan was just nervous, and he tried waiting until he was ready. Hopefully soon... *** Martino was super close as he stroked his monster while holding his phone in the other hand, lying on the guest bed. A lesbian orgy clip played, and he focused on the MILF teacher dressed in leather, spanking a group of naughty schoolgirls who were all chained to the desks, each of them smiling and moaning like a dirty slut, just the way he liked them. He'd been realizing more and more how enticing light BDSM could be, especially after reading more about it online and anonymously chatting with women who were into it. It was never anything extreme, since Martino wasn't into that kind of kinky stuff. A light spanking and tying up a sexy chick with some roleplay thrown in sounded hot enough, all harmless stuff. It was probably still vanilla to many people, but why take it any further? "That's it, Mommy," he cooed in a horny tone, "you teach those hot, dirty fucking sluts a lesson. God, I wish I had hole right now. At this rate, maybe any hole would do---" The door opened, startling Martino, and Dylan appeared with a surprised face. "Shit!" Martino dropped his phone on the carpeted floor, thankful he had a protective case for it. What did Dylan want now? Unfortunately, the audio was loud enough to give the video content away. Dylan swallowed, obviously trying not to look down, just as any straight boy would do. "S-sorry...I just wanted to let you know...y-you won the giveaway." Martino's eyebrows flew up, and for a moment, he didn't care that his leaking monster was in full view. Wow, a trip to not only Disney World, but to stay at a luxury hotel that offered a hot tub and premium room service? Then, a string of precum dripped and hung from his dick slit, snapping him back to reality and causing him to cup as much of it as possible with both hands. "So...yeah," Dylan finished awkwardly. "I won, huh?" Martino was too giddy to be upset, and at this rate, Dylan had already seen his dick. Thankfully, he was straight. Why worry about it when they were friends? He finally let go of it and let it stick out, confused by the fact that it remained hard. "Close the door and lock it before someone walks in and gets the wrong idea." Dylan did so and stood in front of the door with his back facing Martino. "...Are you planning to take someone you know?" Martino chuckled. "Like I can afford it. I mean, my family has money, but we're not exactly that rich." "Huh? No, the trip is for two people, so you wouldn't have to pay for another person, since it's already included." "Wait, really?" Dylan chuckled, still facing the door. "You really didn't pay attention, huh?" "Honestly? I've been super horny all night. This one girl at the party turned me down after minutes of teasing me and promising me a blowjob." Dylan paused for a moment. "Oh. That sucks, I guess. No pun intended." "Of course it sucks. I mean, to be fair, she didn't know I had a monster dick, but still." After another moment of silence, still facing the door, Dylan said, "I'm sure it's not too big for her. Maybe she just wanted to play games?" "Pfft!" Martino laughed. "Trust me, it's fucking monstrous, and I hate it. It's a curse, no matter who says otherwise." "I think you're being dramatic. I'm sure it's all in your head. I mean, you're twelve, not twenty-two. It's not possible to have a monster dick at our age." Martino rolled his eyes. Was Dylan being willfully obtuse? Hadn't he seen it when he'd walked in? "You saw it, though, so you'd know." "Barely." "What? No, you saw it! Quit lying, Dylan." "I didn't stare at it, I swear!" Martino chuckled. "You sound like you're being accused of doing gay shit. Dude, I know you didn't stare at it because you're straight, so relax. I'm not worried. Just be real with me, okay? That's all I ask." "Sorry," Dylan muttered. He sighed. "For what it's worth, I didn't really capture a full glimpse of it because I automatically looked away when I noticed it. That's the honest truth." "Okay. I believe you. Gotta say, man, I was about to blow a big load right before you walked in. Blue balls are killing me now." "Oh. I...can leave if you want...?" Martino pondered the thought. Should Dylan leave? Someone knocked hard on the door. Martino rushed to grab his phone off the floor and stopped the video from playing. He wasn't sure why Dylan turned off the light, but he was suddenly thankful for it, if just to give the illusion that no one was in here, assuming the person hadn't already seen the light flick off. "Hmm, I could've sworn the light was on a second ago," a teen girl said. "Nope, it's off," a teen boy responded. The doorknob turned several times but failed to open, filling Martino with great relief. "Why is the door locked?" "Probably off limits." "Eh, let's just find another room." "Okay." Silence fell, and Martino was safe, at last. In the dark, he managed to find the bed by feeling around himself, then threw himself back and sighed. "Horny as fuck, man. Ever get like that? You know, where you just can't think about anything other than getting off?" "Yeah." "Sucks, huh?" "Definitely." They chuckled for no reason. Dylan shocked Martino by accidentally sitting on his lap, his monster erection pressing hard against his small, jeaned butt. "Hey, what the---" "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't see where I was going and just thought I was sitting on the bed. Don't get the wrong idea!" "Nah, I know, it's cool. Just an awkward accident, I guess." They chuckled again, and Dylan found a safe spot right next to Martino, but still a bit closer than ideal. Oh, well. Neither of them was gay; it was all good. Martino raised his phone over his face and resumed the teacher/student orgy video, his hand with a mind of its own as it searched for his leaking dick and continued stroking. "You like this kind of stuff?" "Well, I mean..." "Do you even watch porn?" After a pause, Dylan replied, "Nothing like that." "Ah. Let me guess, the softer shit, huh?" "...Something like that." "I see, I see. But all chicks, right?" Another pause. "Not lesbian, no." "Oh. Straight, then. I've seen a few. Obviously I ignore the dudes like you most likely do." "But how if they're in the way?" "Good point. That's why I don't want that shit. Hey, mind if I jerk off real quick? It won't take long at all." "No, go ahead." It took Martino just moments of staring at the various hot bodies to be close to his release, his monster dripping so much precum that it drenched his dark bush and even got on his wrapped thumb. "...Can I watch?" "Yeah, dude." At this point, Martino couldn't care anymore. Besides, Beau's bate club would consist of a circle jerk with what Beau promised to be the best porn ever, along with a possible stripper who wouldn't see what the would-be-masked members looked like for their own protection. Wouldn't it be like practice? Might as well! Dylan was a little too close with the side of his face near Martino's face, but to be fair, the phone's screen wasn't exactly big. If anything, Martino was the only one in his friendship circle who loved lesbian orgies, especially with a light BDSM flair. The fact that Dylan was curious about it meant they could potentially share videos---in secret, of course. Ceed would never be interested in watching porn of any kind. Having a porn buddy suddenly sounded like a fun idea, especially with having someone to talk to about it and discover more stuff with. By now, some of the hot girls were scissoring each other, while others penetrated each other with dildos. The teacher was getting eaten out by two collared girls who shared her pussy with greed. Martino's eyes grew heavy. "I bet you'd like to fuck one of them, huh?" Dylan didn't say a word. "It's okay if you're a dirty dude. I admit I might be if I'm horny enough, and that's a big might, depending on what it is. And anyway, girls nowadays are more open than ever. Hell, they even eat guys' asses, which is kind of gross if I'm honest, but...yeah." After another pause, Dylan asked, "How would that be?" "What, getting your ass eaten by a hot chick?" "Yeah." "How the fuck would I know? But you'd better wash back there, that's for sure." "Duh." They chuckled. Martino had never imagined allowing anyone so much as to touch his ass. He washed it only for hygienic reasons, and because he didn't want any girl to smell it if she ever went down on him, according to a few sex advice blogs he'd read. However, after reading more and more about how open girls were, much more than he'd ever realized, including a few college chicks he'd cybered with who'd been a bit pushy about it, it was impossible not to wonder even for a second. Apparently, gay guys loved it way more... "I don't think it makes you gay, though," Dylan said while still watching the video, his face remaining close to Martino's. "Didn't say it did. I just don't think I could ever do it. You?" There was a pregnant pause that would've normally been awkward had it not been for Martino's carelessly horny mood. "I mean, if you do, then whatever, right?" Martino added, his brain practically frying like a himbo's from how horny he was. Me. Man. Me. Sex. Now. "...Maybe?" "Yeah?" Another pause. "The redheaded one, maybe even the one who's...Latina? Italian?" "Ah. Not bad at all. She's Italian, by the way. My favorite's actually the green-eyed one with light-brown hair and a sun-kiss tan. Funny you like the Italian one because she and my favorite one are going at it right now. Look, see? She's eating her ass like fucking dinner. Super hot!" "Coincidence?" "Nah, I'd say it's meant to be..." "Fate..." "Yeah..." And that was it. Martino reached the point of no return, and he let out a few grunts while his monster dick blasted thick and watery ropes beyond his control, his eyes rolling back. Squirt after squirt flew everywhere like a fountain, filling his body with the most intense orgasm he'd ever felt. He could've sworn he heard Dylan coming, too, because of his hard breaths, but he couldn't begin to care right now. Fate, huh? Maybe Dylan was right, after all, however he meant it... Martino blew a big breath of relief and looked at Dylan with a grin. "See? I think you like this video more than you let on---" Then, Martino lowered his eyebrows as he noticed something suspicious. He aimed his phone at Dylan's face to see it better, and he was shocked. "Shit, man, did you really come on your face? You must've been horny as fuck like I was." After a little pause, Dylan chuckled with a sheepish grin. "It's...your cum, actually." Martino's heart raced. "What the fuck?! Really?" But somehow, he had to force himself not to burst out laughing. Then, Dylan laughed and got Martino laughing along. "I'm so sorry, man." "It's okay. It's not like it was intentional. And you're right. I did like the video, but only because there was something kind of special about it." Confusion plagued Martino. Since when was porn ever special? It was just porn! "What do you mean?" "The Italian girl reminded me of someone I used to have the biggest crush on. My first love, actually." Martino formed a big grin. "Ah, I see. I don't think I've had a first love yet. Anyway, she's hot, for sure, but my favorite is still my favorite." After a moment of relaxing in silence, he got up from the bed and managed to find the light switch to flick it back on, his eyes squinting from the sensitivity of being in the dark for so long. "By the way..." He grabbed his flaccid dick and waved it. "See this?" Dylan's jaw dropped, his eyes ready to pop out. "Wow!" "Yep, told you." "...Yeah, good luck with finding a girl who can handle that size." Martino rolled his eyes at the unfortunate reality and sighed. "Thanks for reminding me." "Sorry." "No, you're right. Between us...I'm a virgin because of it. I've had chances with some hotties until they saw it and noped the fuck out." Then, capturing Dylan's cummy face made him chuckle. "You gotta be careful when you leave this room. Don't want anyone to see that." Dylan shrugged. "It's not the end of the world. If anything, we have this to look back on years from now and laugh hard. Our little secret." They giggled, and Dylan shocked Martino by licking some of it off his lips and swallowing. "Welp...I guess I had it in my mouth." "Gross, man, what does it taste like?" "Sweet, actually." Martino raised his eyebrows with the kind of intrigue he couldn't explain. "Really?" "Yeah, I'm sure you eat a lot of candy or fruits." "I do, actually. Fruits, mostly. Wow, and I heard about that, too. Is it really true?" "Yep. So, eat more fruits every day, and when you finally do get lucky with a girl, she'll love it." Martino giggled. "That...almost implies you love it, too." Dylan grinned and shook his head. "Silly." "We should get cleaned up. Looks like I got a lot of it on my shirt, so I'll have to wipe it off with a wet rag and let it dry for a bit." What a weird experience, Martino's first jerk buddy. "Hey, Dylan?" "Yeah?" "What happened here stays here, right?" Not that Martino had any doubts. "Of course. Anything we do, stays between us. That's a promise I'll never break." Somehow, Martino strongly felt he could trust Dylan, and it made him feel a little closer to him in a whole new way, like a good buddy. Of course, no one could ever replace Ceed as his best friend who was the little brother he'd never had, but Dylan didn't have to. He could coexist just fine as a close friend, or maybe even a little more than that in a way that Martino couldn't really explain. *** After the party, Cedric was ready for bed. It'd been nice to see Jasper again, and meeting Hoon was nice, too. Maybe Cedric would see more of him from now on, even if just at parties, since he lived in Boyer Hills. However, now, Cedric could no longer sleep without giving Dolphy a special hug that lasted a few minutes, sometimes less time. He still didn't know why he'd been rubbing Dolphy's finned backside against the front of his PJ bottoms---Mega Man-themed tonight. It felt super good in a way that his mind failed to grasp, always dry and tingly down there. This time, he had a new idea. He wanted to try it with his penis sticking out of the fly of his undies and PJ bottoms. He wasn't sure what made him think to do it, but logically, it made sense because the fabric of his PJs wouldn't get in the way. He started rubbing it against Dolphy's finned backside, learning quickly how much better it actually felt. Wow, it was awesome! The feeling that usually came right before he finished felt stronger, and it seemed to take less time than usual. He continued rubbing while focusing on nothing else, and soon, that funny feeling made his penis feel very, very good, causing his scrawny body to shake and his eyes to roll back. "Ngh..." was all that came out of Cedric, a tiny moan that confused him more than anything, because he didn't mean to make that sound. Like the other times, he felt super relaxed and a little sleepy, and he tucked away his penis. After briefly searching online about this mysterious experience, he'd learned that it was called masturbation, which was pretty much what his male friends bragged about on a regular basis, except they didn't use that term. It made sense, and it apparently was normal for all boys. But why wasn't there any semen yet? Did he have to do it a certain way? Who knew! Now, Cedric had yet another random idea that spawned inside his curious thoughts. What if a plush toy came with a hole to stick something of it? Would it feel the same, or would it feel better? After all, he'd heard about boys obsessing over vaginas and how they wanted to stick their penises inside them. While the thought of a vagina sounded weird, the thought of a stuffed animal's hole sounded less weird. In fact, it made Cedric more curious than ever before. But how would he manage to find such a toy? 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